Mind of her

 She is such a mess she must confess.
In her mind, things won't and don't always say the way the word's, just come out each role in her own little play. She asked you a question you just shut her down.
Feeling how she does how's that fair? Are you aware she is confused over thinking she does this to her self. Deep dark room, nothing to see, don't you dare feel sorry for her, this famished type pain in her chest, its
  Swept by the small crack's and thuds she hears her own fear's the tears, they keep falling, no one is calling no one is there for her. She thinks no one care's she wanted nothing but love and hope and to feel wanted she doesn't want to fight even though it still doesn't make it right.  She wants to get Evan but two wrongs don't make it alright. She is facing a huge battle, against you so she sits there with a laugh, left like empties of joy Heartfelt weightless like a feather.